> Jake was dying. His wife, Becky, was maintaining a candlelight vigil by
> his side. She held his fragile hand, tears running down her face. Her
> praying roused him from his slumber. He looked up and his pale lips began
> to move slightly.
>
>
> "Becky my darling," he whispered.
>
>
> "Hush, my love," she said. "Rest, don't talk."
>
>
> He was insistent. "Becky," he said in his tired voice, "I have something
> that I must confess."
>
>
> "There's nothing to confess," replied the weeping Becky.. "Everything's all
> right; go to sleep."
>
>
> "No, no. I must die in peace, Becky. I ... I slept with your sister, your
> best friend, her best friend and your mother!"
>
>
> "I know, my sweet one," whispered Becky, "let the poison work."